Chapter 159

Thick, snow-white hair spilled loosely over her head, not yet long enough to reach her shoulders. Deep within her sky-blue eyes glimmered pupils tinged with orange-red. Her lips were a soft peach color, and the contours of her cyberware framed both cheeks. On either side of her nose sat three small exhaust vents, almost like a cat’s whiskers.

Every feature belonged unmistakably to Sasha—the face just as delicate and charming as ever, unaltered save for a touch of light makeup.

The only change was her short, silvery-white hair.